Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.